Quotes about toad

A collection of quotes on the topic of toad, good, goodness, likeness.

Quotes about toad

William Shakespeare photo
Yasunari Kawabata photo

“A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.”

Yasunari Kawabata (1899–1972) Japanese author, Nobel Prize winner

Source: House of the Sleeping Beauties and Other Stories

Terry Pratchett photo
Terry Pratchett photo
Jim Morrison photo

“There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad.”

Jim Morrison (1943–1971) lead singer of The Doors

"Riders on the Storm" from the album L.A. Woman (1971).

Mobutu Sésé Seko photo

“The chief is the chief. He is the eagle who flies high and cannot be touched by the spit of the toad.”

Mobutu Sésé Seko (1930–1997) President of Zaïre

October 1991. Meredith, p. 391

Kenneth Grahame photo

“You can't turn the sheriff into a toad, Hannah. It's against the rules.”

Christine Feehan American writer

Source: Magic in the Wind

Jim Butcher photo

“It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.”

Source: Summer Knight

Dave Barry photo
Kenneth Grahame photo

“I'm such a clever Toad.”

Source: The Wind in the Willows

Stephen Crane photo
Kenneth Grahame photo
Don Marquis photo
Kenneth Grahame photo
Hans Christian Andersen photo
Charles Dudley Warner photo

“The toad, without which no garden would be complete.”

Charles Dudley Warner (1829–1900) American writer

Thirteenth Week.
My Summer in a Garden (1870)

Horace Walpole photo

“Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater.”

Horace Walpole (1717–1797) English art historian, man of letters, antiquarian and Whig politician

Letter to Sir Horace Mann (1742)

Miguna Miguna photo
Karl Pilkington photo

“Apparently you're not allowed to lick a toad's back.”

Karl Pilkington (1972) English television personality, social commentator, actor, author and former radio producer

Xfm 02 November 2002
On Nature

Charles Boarman photo

“My dear Father, Charley wrote you in his letter to his Aunt Laura thanking you for your kindness in sending us a nice Christmas present. You must not think because I have not written you myself before this that I appreciated your kindness less. I have been so troubled with pains and weakness in my arm and hand as to be almost useless at times. I think it was nursing so much when the children were sick. I was so relieved when Anna's note to Charly arrived yesterday telling Frankie was better. It would have been dreadful for Mother to have gone out west at this miserable season of the year. I was wretchedly uneasy. I do hope poor Franky will get along nicely now. It will make him much more careful about exposing himself having had this severe attack. Charley received the enclosed letters Anna sent from Sister Eliza and Toad[? ]. I was very glad to get them. It is quite refreshing to read Sister Eliza's letters. They are so cheerful and happy. I had a letter from her on Friday. This Custom House investigating committee is attracting a great deal of attention and time here. It holds its sessions at the Fifth Avenue Hotel. Mr. Broome was up on Tuesday evening until ten o'clock but was not called upon. It is very slow. He has been for three weeks passed preparing the statement for those summoned from the Public Stores. Mr. Broome sends Laura a paper to look at—The Fisk tragedy. What is Nora doing with herself this winter. She might write to me sometimes. Give much love to Mother. Ask her for her receipt for getting fat. I would like to gain some myself. It is so much nicer to grow fleshy as you advance in life than to shrivel and dry up. The children are all well and growing very fast. Lloyd has to study very hard this year. His studies are quite difficult. I suppose Charley Harris is working hard too. Mr. Broome sent you a paper with the Navy Register in this week. I received your papers and often Richard calls and gets them. I must close. Mr. Broome and children join me in love to you, Mother, Laura, Anna, Nora, Charly & all.
With much love,
Your devoted child, Mary Jane
I enclose Nancy letter which was written some time ago.”

Charles Boarman (1795–1879) US Navy Rear Admiral

Mary Jane Boarman in a Sunday letter to her father (January 21, 1872)
The people mentioned in Mary Jane's letter were her children Lloyd, Charley, and Nancy; her husband, William Henry Broome; her sisters Eliza, Anna, Laura, and Nora; her brother Frankie; and her nephew frontier physician Dr. Charles "Charley" Harris, son of her sister Susan.
John Broome and Rebecca Lloyd: Their Descendants and Related Families, 18th to 21st Centuries (2009)

Kenneth Grahame photo

“He was indeed an altered Toad!”

Source: The Wind in the Willows (1908), Ch. 12

Clarence Darrow photo

“Life cannot be reconciled with the idea that back of the universe is a Supreme Being, all merciful and kind, and that he takes any account of the human beings and other forms of life that exist upon the earth. Whichever way man may look upon the earth, he is oppressed with the suffering incident to life. It would almost seem as though the earth had been created with malignity and hatred. If we look at what we are pleased to call the lower animals, we behold a universal carnage. We speak of the seemingly peaceful woods, but we need only look beneath the surface to be horrified by the misery of that underworld. Hidden in the grass and watching for its prey is the crawling snake which swiftly darts upon the toad or mouse and gradually swallows it alive; the hapless animal is crushed by the jaws and covered with slime, to be slowly digested in furnishing a meal. The snake knows nothing about sin or pain inflicted upon another; he automatically grabs insects and mice and frogs to preserve his life. The spider carefully weaves his web to catch the unwary fly, winds him into the fatal net until paralyzed and helpless, then drinks his blood and leaves him an empty shell. The hawk swoops down and snatches a chicken and carries it to its nest to feed its young. The wolf pounces on the lamb and tears it to shreds. The cat watches at the hole of the mouse until the mouse cautiously comes out, then with seeming fiendish glee he plays with it until tired of the game, then crushes it to death in his jaws. The beasts of the jungle roam by day and night to find their prey; the lion is endowed with strength of limb and fang to destroy and devour almost any animal that it can surprise or overtake. There is no place in the woods or air or sea where all life is not a carnage of death in terror and agony. Each animal is a hunter, and in turn is hunted, by day and night. No landscape is beautiful or day so balmy but the cry of suffering and sacrifice rends the air. When night settles down over the earth the slaughter is not abated. Some creatures are best at night, and the outcry of the dying and terrified is always on the wind. Almost all animals meet death by violence and through the most agonizing pain. With the whole animal creation there is nothing like a peaceful death. Nowhere in nature is there the slightest evidence of kindness, of consideration, or a feeling for the suffering and the weak, except in the narrow circle of brief family life.”

Clarence Darrow (1857–1938) American lawyer and leading member of the American Civil Liberties Union

Source: The Story of My Life (1932), p. 383

Ambrose Bierce photo
Warren Buffett photo
Kenneth Grahame photo
Ogden Nash photo
Arthur Guiterman photo

“The three-toed tree-toad
Sings his sweet ode
To the moon;
The funny bunny
And his honey
Trip in tune.”

Arthur Guiterman (1871–1943) United States writer

Nocturne http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/3078.html

John Ray photo
Ned Kelly photo
Chinua Achebe photo

“Whenever you see a toad jumping in broad daylight, then know that something is after its life.”

Source: Things Fall Apart (1958), Chapter 24 (p. 186)

Tim Flannery photo
Kenneth Grahame photo

“Honest Toad was always ready to admit himself in the wrong.”

Source: The Wind in the Willows (1908), Ch. 8, "Toad's Adventures"

Rudyard Kipling photo

“The toad beneath the harrow knows
Exactly where each tooth point goes;
The butterfly upon the road
Preaches contentment to that toad.”

Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) English short-story writer, poet, and novelist

Pagett M.P, prelude
Departmental Ditties and other Verses (1886)

Neil Gaiman photo

“Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one's lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.”

Neil Gaiman (1960) English fantasy writer

"Instructions", first published in A Wolf at the Door and Other Retold Fairy Tales (2000) edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

Ray Bradbury photo
Yann Martel photo

“Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field.”

Yann Martel (1963) Canadian author best known for the book Life of Pi

Source: Beatrice & Virgil (2010), p. 114

Phillip Abbott Luce photo
Michael Swanwick photo
David Mitchell photo
Kenneth Grahame photo
Barbara Hepworth photo
Kenneth Grahame photo
Douglas William Jerrold photo

“He was so good he would pour rose-water on a toad.”

Douglas William Jerrold (1803–1857) English dramatist and writer

A charitable Man, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

Kenneth Grahame photo

“Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come, while stars grew fuller and larger all around them”

Source: The Wind in the Willows (1908), Ch. 2
Context: Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come, while stars grew fuller and larger all around them, and a yellow moon, appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular, came to keep them company and listen to their talk.